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nexus_crossings2016-12-02 09:54 am
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All roads lead back to Baker Street [OPEN]
Normally when one opens the blue door to 221 B Baker Street they are presented with a hallway and the interior of the corridor that leads up the stairs.
Normally.
But when Sherlock Holmes, clad in his normal dark gray coat and blue scarf absently opened up the door and stepped through, shutting it without a second thought, he was more than mildly surprised to see that the interior was now a plaza with other people in it, and all sorts of things that usually weren't present outside of Mrs. Hudson's door.
The detective blinked, and tried to remember when he'd last slept.
Nope, he actually had gotten a proper sleep the night before, having finished a case. He'd even woken up late. Perhaps he'd been hit with some kind of gas? He sniffed the air, could be odorless.
Oddly enough though, this didn't feel like a dream. It had logical consistency. Well, if that logical consistency continued to hold up, he was going to have a LOT of questions.
Normally.
But when Sherlock Holmes, clad in his normal dark gray coat and blue scarf absently opened up the door and stepped through, shutting it without a second thought, he was more than mildly surprised to see that the interior was now a plaza with other people in it, and all sorts of things that usually weren't present outside of Mrs. Hudson's door.
The detective blinked, and tried to remember when he'd last slept.
Nope, he actually had gotten a proper sleep the night before, having finished a case. He'd even woken up late. Perhaps he'd been hit with some kind of gas? He sniffed the air, could be odorless.
Oddly enough though, this didn't feel like a dream. It had logical consistency. Well, if that logical consistency continued to hold up, he was going to have a LOT of questions.
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"Its the only course of action at this point. My door's over here," he motioned his head. "Come on."
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She nods and slightly hums in agreement. "Right behind ya. " she murmurs warmly trotting over toward his side her legs weren't nearly as long as his through there was about a nine to ten inches difference. Through he and her husband where nearly exactly the same height. They had bit of a different tread. Through both of the dear gents had a regal bearing.
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It wasn't too far to his door. It stood there, looking exactly as if it had been plucked right from the flat, right from the street itself.
"That's really something, isn't it?" he blinked.
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She padded along next to him and offers him her slightly bent arm if he wanted to stroll that way. Uncertain about how he felt about doing so at the moment.
She blinks rapidly taking that in and scanning as they got closer. "Aye it is. " she murmurs once again reminded of the magical cafe with many doors or other such places she'd heard of etc. There we supposed magic halls of mirrors that did the same. Jefferson's hat only had a handful of such for example.
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She was reminded of the hat as well. could each of these door be a realm of some sort or part of one? she wondered..After all there was two doors to the earth the Dark curse had sent them too as far as they knew. She wracked her brain as she tried to recall if she'd read or heard anything about such a place. She blinked nothing in the design leaped out at her.
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Cafe. Maybe there were more of these places out there. Storybrooke was a nexus of its own, in a way. It would make sense that it allowed a connection to their own world...at least the current world they lived in. Still, the London he was living in now shouldn't be anything but ordinary, it was less surprising that Ash got in through Storybrooke. Unless the 'Land Without Magic' had far more secrets to discover.
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Sometimes things and places could be finicky.
Or, as temperamental and mercurial as a certain, Great Mouse Dectective she knew , even. She thought glancing at him sideways half in thought half comparing the auras of the place with a sentient being. "Well.. there kinda odd but Iam not getting anything malicious or of ill intent in the place itself." She informs him